NOVPUBUnexpectedly, it was quite perfect.
The chef had obviously crafted the breakfast with great care.
But the more Lanci ate, the more he furrowed his brows.
"What’s the matter, not to your liking?"
Talia noticed his expression and asked.
"No, it’s very delicious. I’ve never had such a good breakfast."
Lanci shook his head, expressing his gratitude.
However, why was it that although he had apparently been unconscious for about two days, he only felt somewhat hungry rather than extremely hungry?
Maybe he was too hungry to notice.
Lanci decided not to ponder this unimportant issue any further.
"..."
Talia averted her gaze.
Actually, it was because
she had secretly used Lanci’s body to eat.
It wasn’t because she wanted to experience eating with Lanci’s body, it was just that she felt Lanci might sleep for a long time and was concerned that his stomach would suffer from hunger, so she had a meal for him before separating from Lan Fu.
She shouldn’t be found out by Lanci; he was deeply asleep.
It was only after trying that Talia learned that, when Lanci was in a deep sleep, she could indeed take control of his body without him realizing it.
The clock had moved forward by a small margin.
Lanci had finished his breakfast as well.
He put down his fork, seemingly hesitant.
After a long while,
he looked at Talia, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.
"Thank you."
After gazing at her for a while, he finally turned to Talia and voiced his thoughts.
Talia just looked at him, puzzled.
"Why are you looking at me?"
She asked.
"It’s nothing."
Lanci’s eyes dodged away.
He suddenly realized that he hadn’t spoken earlier, but had conveyed his thoughts directly.
He had grown accustomed to communicating with Talia and now felt unaccustomed to being apart.
He could no longer communicate with Talia through mental thoughts.
"What did you want to tell me just now?"
Talia pressed on with curiosity.
She was somewhat curious.
Lanci’s expression just now wasn’t the usual unbearable one, it was something she hadn’t seen before.
"Nothing."
Lanci shook his head.
He wouldn’t thank Talia several times; having said it in his mind was already enough.
Joking was still okay.
But saying thank you seriously always felt a bit strange.
In summary, it was something he couldn’t bring himself to say out loud.
It was all because he wasn’t used to not being able to communicate with Old Man through his mind anymore.
"What does Old Man mean?"
Talia hesitated for a while, but managed to read his thoughts.
When she was curious, she could occasionally catch a snippet of his thoughts.
She stopped using this ability after she became able to hear directly what Lanci thought, catching his thoughts instantly.
Her Minds Reading Technique was still unstable; except for successfully reading the enemy’s battle intentions in combat two days ago, she could now only intermittently catch fragments.
Perhaps because of the Mark of Great Demon Clan on Lanci, it was much harder to read his thoughts than other targets.
"It’s a colloquialism from our old place. Northeasterners respect the elderly and would sincerely call someone older ’Old Man’ to express ’the elder’s aura of sanctity, ascending to immortality.’"
Lanci explained earnestly.
"..."
Talia nodded.
So Old Man was actually a compliment.
But still, wasn’t he insulting her?!
The veins on the back of Talia’s hand began to throb.
Lanci suddenly felt as though a part of the sunlight had been blocked, as if Talia had stood up, and he instinctively flinched.
"Oh."
Talia didn’t want to deal with him, raised her hand but didn’t bring it down.
"?"
Lanci had covered his head, expecting a blow to come, but found that Talia had not become angry.
He half-opened one eye, observing Talia.
Talia took a deep breath, seemingly restraining the urge to pin him down and beat him.
It seemed she was being unusually tolerant with him today, with a hint of forbearance; he didn’t know what she was planning in her heart.
After quickly tidying up the table, Talia placed two pieces of fruit on the table and took off her apron.
"So today, I’ve made plans to see Rosalinda. Let’s each take care of our own lunch and dinner. If you need me to help you with breakfast tomorrow, just let me know in advance."
She walked to the door, also ready to leave Lanci’s hotel room.
No longer needing to worry about Lanci’s mana consumption, she also regained her freedom, not having to stick to Lanci like a shadow any longer.
"Give my regards to Countess Rosalinda."
Lanci waved his hand.
Talia nodded slightly, and with the sounds of the door opening and closing, the sitting room was left with just Lanci and Cat Boss.
Lanci heaved a sigh of relief.
He looked at the clock on the wall, feeling it was a bit early to leave for Count Bathist’s house for work, deciding to sit for a while before setting out.
Count Bathist’s mansion was damaged, and he would probably have to visit the old Count’s residence on the South Bank of Parriet, but fortunately, the hotel he was staying in now was conveniently located.
He watched quietly out of the window.
Despite having slept for a long time, he still felt somewhat groggy, while his body felt a slight soreness aside from being mentally much clearer.
"Are you still thinking about Enon meow?"
Cat Boss noticed that Lanci seemed to be in deep thought.
"No, I won’t remember her."
Lanci lowered his eyes and shook his head.
In a sense, only Enon would choose death; the Bishop of Destruction, Ivanos, would choose to live on.
So, he merely defeated an ordinary maid, not the kind of enemy that would make a deep impression on him.
"Good, don’t pay tribute to her."
The Cat Boss laid beside the table, whispering,
"After you passed out, I collected Enon’s body meow, and together with Tata, we cremated her and had Aitio help us bury her in the Demon World of Poson."
